September 06, 2016

Utmarken : Utmarken album translated to English

Words : Unofficial English translations
Release : Utmarken
Thanks to the band for the permission
Mathias Gyllengahm has worked on the English translations of the songs, with my small help.

Tracklist :
01. Strömkarlens Son : The Waterghost's Son
02. Välkommen Till Norrland : Welcome to Norrland
03. En Stadig Puls : A Steady Pulse
04. Till Skogs : To The Woods
05. Tystnadens Röst : The Voice of Silence
06. Dråparen : The Slayer
07. Vintern : The Winter
08. Regnet Faller : Rain is Falling
09. Häxkonst : Witchcraft
10. Bleka Toner : Pale Notes
11. Yxtid : Axe Age
12. Norrland Är Mörkt Nog Ändå : Norrland is Dark Enough Anyway


01. The Waterghost's Son


I move amongst water in motion, with my quivering string
A ghost of the night from the northland plays his chorus again
Come here, come here, down to me
I'll show you the darkest corners of truth
All those things, forbidden to see
Therefore hated and feared by the minions

I'm the waterghost's son
I'm the waterghost's son
The waterghost's son
I'm the waterghost's son

During mist shrouded nights in the summer, in the stream on a stone
In an icy hole by winter, watching northern lights glow
I know you know, so come below
You can feel it yourself so let your fear go
To my darkness below you will go
and never return to the surface

I'm the waterghost's son
I'm the waterghost's son
The waterghost's son
I'm the waterghost's son

Thunder’s calling
Kingdoms are falling
People sleep while the kingdom is on fire
From my waters
Deep in the northernmost darkness
I look at the fire that burns everything on land

I'm the waterghost's son


02. Welcome to Norrland


Over fields and expanses comes a far distant cry
It's the sound of the prey that is ending its life
In the mist sits the Northlander, rifle held high
Sees the prey lose its life force while the townsman is horrified

Feel welcome to Norrland
To live hell on earth
Where liquor is whizzing through the resident's veins
Feel welcome to Norrland
To famine and poverty
Where people are buried on arable fields

Our mines they are owned by foreign companies
and we work and we toil there every godforsaken day
And the profit that's made, it is taken away
And those that object will be sent to gulag

Feel welcome to Norrland
Globalism's colony
Where the booze that you drink gives you melancholy
But amongst hunters and farmers
Preparedness is good
And if all goes to hell we'll freeze to death in our sheds

Feel welcome to Norrland
To horrified screams
Where the waterghost's son sits bare nude in the stream
Feel welcome to Norrland
Where the roads all just end
Where the full moon shines to the howl of the vittra


03. A Steady Pulse


A steady pulse, raw power
A steady pulse, raw power

...
Rise up
Feel your strength now.
Let your shame go
Stand up straight
The day is now
It is time to break up
Hurry
Screed to work now
Work to do now
Get things going
Time to stop despairing
Feel your strength now
Stand up straight

Hey, hey, hey


04. To The Woods


Spirit and meaning replace emptiness
and a world beyond senses and wit
I'm aiming for freedom, aiming for expanses
I target the outlying fields
Away from the masses
Away from the shallowness
Away from nonsense and ...
With weapon and will and the tools in the backpack
I'm wheeling my barrow

To the woods
I build a hut in a far distant nook
To the woods
From the empire's shackles I plan to go
To the woods
A whole mighty kingdom is my humble abode
To the woods, and I will never return

Amongst fields and expanses my soul's being nourished
and my life-tree grows big and strong
Attracted to song by the beauty of the landscape
and the power of ancient, old land

In the darkness of the night, I can hear distant music
Light of fires far away
When there I am greeting by freemen that have also
fled the city to go...

To the woods
I build a hut in a far distant nook
To the woods
From the empire's shackles I plan to go
To the woods
A whole mighty kingdom is my humble abode
To the woods, and I will never return

Because life will soon lose all its meaning
If you're not in ownership of yourself
Break loose from the shackles, and feel that you're free
Live simple in the woods, my friend

To the woods....


05. The Voice of Silence


Amongst the fields and the mountains my spirit is so free
In the stillness and silence there
Where I sit at my view with a new melody
that should capture the emotions I get

There are places at the brink of a world that is wild
that I'm longing to visit, in flesh
Walk in mist in the marshes while the night grows
and be filled with the voice of silence

I want to go,
Want to go,
From the crowds out to freedom
A longing, so strong in my chest
I want to go,
Want to go,
From anxiety to stillness
I have found, and I'm listening to the voice of silence

In a chamber in the city
I am forced to live
To quench the insatiable's thirst
Observed and controlled, my soul finds no peace
And I'm longing for the voice of silence

I want to go,
Want to go,
From anxiety to stillness
I have found, and I'm listening to the voice of silence


06. The Slayer


Hear me all now, you who cherish your lives
We have begun the final journey
For the slayer is walking with the harvester's knife
through the towns, across meadows and fields

The Age of Innocence is now forever past
The required sacrifice lies on the hearth
The sound of the horn brings times of suffering
as the darkness falls over the world now

Get ready for the slayer
Pain can be wisdom my friend
When man wants to suffer again
let us welcome the reaper, the downfall is close now
Get ready for the slayer
Wish for death and you'll have it, my friend
Forget and you'll suffer again
When man now falls short, funeral pyres rise high
Get ready to die...

The sun turns black, the summer as well
And then, the earth is sunken into the sea
When he plunges his blade down in the flesh
an icewind comes out from the grave

Wind age, wolf age, whoring and hunger
and brother should be set against brother
Where the slayer moves through, crops will wither
Such is the father and mother of suffering

Get ready for the slayer
Wish for death and you'll have it, my friend
Forget and you'll suffer again
When man now falls short, funeral pyres rise high
Get ready for the slayer
Pain can be wisdom my friend
When man wants to suffer again
let us welcome the reaper, the downfall is close now
Get ready to...

Fight for salvation!
Fight for salvation!
Fight for salvation!
Fight for salvation!

Get ready for the slayer
If you're strong, you will live, my friend
Cause when weakness leaves us, then
the gods will awake, if we forsake the fear
Get ready for the slayer
Distress is a test of your strength
Now that darkness is falling again
Hold the closest real near you
Do not be dismayed!
Get ready for the slayer
Distress is a test of your strength
Now that darkness is falling again
Hold the closest real near you
Do not be dismayed!
Get ready for the slayer...


07. The Winter


In a far distant house, besides a remote old road
stands a man, alone, with his eyes fixed to the sky
He has walked there, in solitude, for so many years
and seen signs of omens, and visions for his inner sight

Ohhh...

Woe... This winter will be harder than usual
Woe... A winter that takes out the spring, and the years then
Woe...

"I have used my land. I have sowed what I've sowed.
I have tried hard to tell you, but few have heeded my call.
You have made your choice. Now the axe will fall down.
Now the dice has been cast and the executioners of reckoning have been called in"

Woe...

Face to face with death, I stand tall
I'm raising my weapon and aim,
Let the battle begin
Let the battle begin...

Beholding the panic, my mind still in peace
I know what is coming when the sheep are finally called in
...

Woe... This winter will be harder than usual
Woe... A winter that takes out the spring, and the years then
Woe...

Woe... This winter will be harder than usual
Woe... A winter that takes out the spring, and the years then
Woe...


08. Rain is Falling


In a time that is broken and dead
Without meaning and purpose
In a darkness which seems without end
In the dark holes of consciousness

Driven by hope
Despair and need
I walk to find a well that will quench my thirst
with the rivulets that are still there to be found

Rain is falling, the time is coming soon, now
Rain is falling, I see everything clearly
And I know that path I shall walk
A most narrow path,
One road without end
to walk, on the time left
Lift me up, valkyrie
My struggle ain't over, 'til my final breath

Under the stars, I start walking
In stillness and solitude
I feel the fields that don't have an end
I feel the power comes to me

Promise myself
To never give up
Still, there is hope, but if darkness is the place to go
I won’t go without resistance and fight

Rain is falling, the time is coming soon, now
Rain is falling, I see everything clearly
And I know that path I shall walk
A most narrow path,
One road without end
to walk, on the time left
Lift me up, valkyrie
My struggle ain't over, 'til my final breath

Woo-ooo....
Woooo....


09. Witchcraft


When you open up your blue
Just to try to find a clue
When you take a look around
You won't see, nor hear a sound

But what you are not aware of
There's a magician right aside you
Who will twist and turn your view
That's why you don't have a clue

You're the victim of witchcraft
You're the victim of witchcraft
You're the victim of witchcraft
You're the victim of witchcraft

When into the woods you came
To find and hunt and trap some game
And you took a look around
You didn't see, nor heard a sound

And you are lost among the trees
There is no path that you can see
The magician laughs at you
since you don't seem to have a clue

You're the victim of witchcraft
You're the victim of witchcraft
You're the victim of witchcraft
You're the victim of witchcraft


10. Pale Notes


Wohoo...

I am captured by a new melody
that suddenly came to me
The wind carries an ancient song
From the outfields it comes

Through the old rocks it bursts through the ground
and reaches into my soul
With centuries of toiling and moiling
in the land in the outfields

Wohoo...

So I hurry and get myself out of there
to meet nature again
I travel in flesh over my ancient land
calling my name

On the mountain, beholding the view
receiving the blessing
In stillness, alone on old land
In the land in the outskirts

Old, pale notes turn pain into wisdom
and fill my mind with a song
Old, pale notes turn pain into wisdom
and fill my mind, once again

When the bow meets the steel spirit will command flesh
When I listen to the horizon I hear the song of the outfields again
Once again,
Once again...


11. Axe Age


Spirit and flesh in strong connection
is the road to home, my friend
Long is the path that we are on
And we may not return again

A wandering in darkness on long lost ground
with power from long ago
The enemy's now behind our lines
Right next to us he walks

Start preparing for axe age
Start preparing for axe age

Winter and sorrow and famine and plague
in uttermost, coldest north
More worth is the death of an axeman strong
than those who just anxiously watch

In all of the west the sun stands red
In east it's standing blue
Yet mankind will be in eternal distress
until she understands

Start preparing for axe age
Start preparing for axe age
Start preparing for axe age
Start preparing for axe age

The upcoming battle
Odin's eye shutting
Sons of Midgard
Brothers in arms

Start preparing for axe age
....

12. Norrland is Dark Enough Anyway


Hear the psalm of despair
that now rises from my chest
With a fragrance of birch bark and straw
Hear a fool in the woods who is yelling against city noise

It is dark now, my friend, and the hour is late
And the night, it falls, so intense
and the northern gloom occupies my mind at all time

So give me a path that leads to the most remote spot
Against the gray-black rocks my body takes charge
Up on distant heights
Concealed by the distance
I will scream 'til I run out of air

So give me a shovel to dig up a hole, wide and deep
Let me fall down inside, like I nothing did see
Midnight sun lights the world up
As a small consolation
Norrland is dark enough, anyway ..

Hear the people who went here
a long time ago
Hear their voices, they echo here still
Their dwellings are gone, the decay is what still remains

Their quest and distress
and their premature death
Their struggle for their daily bread
We sell their souls for material abundance

So give me a path that leads to the most remote spot
Against the gray-black rocks my body takes charge
Up on distant heights
Concealed by the distance
I will scream 'til I run out of air

So give me a shovel to dig up a hole, wide and deep
Let me fall down inside, like I nothing did see
Midnight sun lights the world up
As a small consolation
Norrland is dark enough, anyway ..

Through the night moving vans roll from freedom to two rooms and gloom
From community into a cubicle cell
made of concrete from cubicle hell

So give me a path that leads beyond the field of the fields
Give me quagmire's anxiety and winters of famine
Among the fields of felled trees
and the overgrown pastures
I will scream 'til I run out of air

Give me a drink, yes a keg of the purest spirits
May the imperial lackeys never find us
Midnight sun lights the world up
As a small consolation
Norrland is dark enough, anyway ..
Norrland is dark enough, anyway ..
Norrland is dark enough, anyway ..
Yes, Norrland is dark enough, anyway ..

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